I Long For the Sugar of Thy Lips, an Offering to Tim Mitchell
Tainted arrows on the Heart
Forgive me, my Beloved,
For I have scolded You in my lonesome hours;
Drawn dark sketches on the tablets of thine Heart.
Know that these tainted arrows –
However painful - were unintentional.
That like the new-born, in the arms
Of the mother filled with longing,
I came to adorn you with sweet kisses;
To weave, with roses,
An embroidery of supernal beauty.
I am in search of Your Majesty;
‘Though the quest is long
And Your pinions may wound me,
Know now that I seek only You, not Paradise,
For Thy Love, is my only Delight.
So although my afflictions be many;
‘Though I bleed on the echo of Thy Spirit,
I long for the sugar of Your lips;
To melt into the flames of Thy stillness,
And become Your perfect doll.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, ©Copyrighted 22nd June, 2017.
~Awakening The Inner Light ~
"For Thy Love is my Delight." -Manatita
Ai ai ai Chandra Taraka. A poem of longing by Sri Chinmoy
"Come, come, come, O moon, O stars,
O sun of the blue-vast sky.
Come to hear the flute of Immortality in my heart,
to watch the smile of Infinity in my life.
Here there is no human poverty, no darkness-life.
Here, in this heart-nest of mine,
there is only an endless fountain-light.
Come, come, come. Today the bird of my heart
Come, come, come, O moon, O stars,
O sun of the blue-vast sky." -Sri Chinmoy
I long to become your perfect doll
What's longing in a spiritual sense to you?
Rumi read by Madonna
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